#that one with allura and corn

[autisticlancemcclain]

wip tease number god knows, truly

The phone doesn’t ring for more than two seconds. Which is crazy, because New Altea is an unfathomably huge number of lightyears away and also Lance’s phone signal is perpetually garbage.

“Ahoy,” greets Allura when the line connects, because she is strange.

“Ahoy,” Lance greets back, because he loves her.

They sit in silence. He can hear, vaguely, the clicking sounds of compacts being opened and closed, and the particular humming noise she always makes when she’s putting on eyeliner.

It occurs to Lance, for the first time, that they have known each other so long and so closely that to the outsider, their relationship might be quite strange. The thought makes him smile widely.

“So,” he says.

Allura hums again. Deliberately, this time.

Lance takes another long time to answer, digging the toe of his boots into the ground. He spies a worm wiggling in the newly churned dirt and bends down to pluck it, writhing, out of its hovel. He quickly snaps a picture and sends it to Pidge with the caption, ‘didn’t know you were on Earth today.’ She responds with a grotesquely realistic custom clown emoji.

“There is a possibility. Perhaps. That I do not actually want to be a farmer.”

“No shit,” replies the Queen of New Altea And Also Lots Of Other Things Lance Can’t Remember, blithely.

Lance sniffs haughtily. “This is quite the revelation, you know. I’ve had four panic attacks about it.”

“You have an anxiety disorder. You had a panic attack about malevolent gut bacteria last week.”

“…This is true.”

“Also, whenever I feel you need to be humbled, I ask your mother to send me stuff from your childhood. There’s a video in particular I enjoy of you sobbing about the prospect of being anything but an astronaut. You looked at a cornfield and threw up. You were four, I believe.”

Lance does, actually, vaguely remember that. Well, he remembers Luis writhing on the floor, weeping with laughter, and kicking him in the shins. He also remembers the cornfield, if only because he distinctly remembers lobbing a piece of corn at Luis’ head, also.

He was a very expressive child. Also, Luis is a turd.

“I am entitled to a period of self-reflection,” Lance says primly.

“It has been an Entire Year, knobhead.”

“I needed time to collect my thoughts in peace and on Earth. I died, you know.”

“Oh, did you,” says Allura drily. “I wonder how that went.”

Lance’s smile widens. He lets her have this one. “Fuck farming, okay. I’m bored. I love my family to pieces but I need to be closer to drama. Give me a job.”

“That is a garbage application, Leandro.” He hears the distinct sound of a nail polish bottle being shaken. “I should hire someone more qualified.”

“How about you hire deez nuts.”

“Hm,” she says, and he can hear her grinning. “On the other hand, I need a second in command who is unafraid to challenge me. You know, in case I grow corrupt with power.”

She pretends to deliberate for a moment.

“You’re hired. I’ll send someone to come pick you up tomorrow.”

“Is that someone going to be a hot, tall Altean in a slutty outfit?” Lance asks hopefully.

She can’t help a laugh. Lance grins triumphantly. “You’re fired.”

“Is that a yes?”

“I’ll think about it.”

She hangs up.

[callmelyc]

Part 2 of this the Lance loosing a leg Langst

Less angst in this one bc I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Again copy and pasted from Twitter ignore typos and grammar 🥰

Keith can still hear it, the moment the coms clicked back to life ringing static in his ears where there was once only silence.

From shiro demanding checks ins all the way to Lance's line remaining silent.

Everything from that mission was a blur, a nightmare.

Keith's throat burns from the way he'd yelled through the coms for lance. His eyes ache from the tears he'd finally allowed to fall once they'd learned why he'd been so quiet.

Keith can still feel Lances dead weight collapse into his arms, can still feel the blood drenching him as he rushed lance to Coran hoping and praying to whatever God exists to please

Please don't let lance die

let him be fast enough

And he was, if ever so slightly

Lance had lost too much blood, Coran had said. Had Keith been any slower....had lance not managed to- God Keith can't even allow himself to finish the thought

It makes him feel sick to his stomach to know lance had been corned alone..

And now Keith stands outside of his pod next to the entire team looking at a battered lance that isnt nearly as whole as the one they'd last seen. They’d cut off his leg, it wasn’t clean nor did Coran have to tell them it was quick. They all knew it wasn’t. Couldn’t have been with how jagged and rough the slices appear to have been if the marking left on lances thigh were anything to go by. They’d butchered him alive making sure with every slice he’d suffered.

What their enemies failed to account for was that lance was a paladin of voltron, a master sniper and a damn good soldier good at getting himself out of just about any scenario and all the tight spots.

From the footage Pidge was able to scrape from that cursed vessel he’d done just that while laying in a pool of his own blood thanks to pure will power alone. He’d survived where they - the enemy- hadn’t. In doing so Lance discovered something none of them knew possible, not even Allura and Coran thought it a possibility. He’d turned his bayard into a temporary prosthetic.

Lance was the first paladin to ever manage turning his bayard into anything other than a weapon. The first to ever turn his bayard into something the likes of what hed managed.

“It’s unheard of” Allura murmured “for the bayard to become something as such- I cannot fathom how he managed such a feat.”

“Didn’t you once say the bayards would take the form of what the paladin needed?”

“I-“

“Wouldn’t that, in theory, mean we could make them anything we needed? Tools, equipment, or like Lance did- a new limb.” Pidge continues.

“I suppose so…” Allura says, pensive with her glance towards lances pod “we will have to revisit this one he can tell us how he did so.”

Keith looks away from the two, staring at the pod, at how unmoving lance is and thinks: It doesn’t matter how he did it, only that he’s ok after the fact.

~*~

Lance woke two weeks after the mission that plagued Kieth with nightmares.

In his sleep hed see lance bleeding out alone, hed see lance draggging himself desperately across the floor calling out his name….so now, now Keith waits outside of lances pod day and night. He sleeps curled up next to the pod that way when he wakes from these nightmares Keith can glance up and see lances moving chest. He can see the healing pods progress on lances damaged flesh with his own two eyes and calm every bit of turmoil resting in his veins.

Lance wakes to Keith once again holding out his arms, and once he falls, holding him in them.

Keith had waited to catch lance, had refused to let anyone else stand where he was so hed be able to do so. And he’s glad he had, Lance didn’t joke. Didn’t smile or make any random comments or say any questions. He was so unlike himself in that moment that right then and there they all realized just how hard this journey would be for not only lance but the rest of them.

Lance buried his face into Keith’s shoulder with a shaken exhale. Keith only pulls him in closer, more secure, because he knows that sound, Lance is holding back tears.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” Keith whispers softly, sliding up a hand to pet lances hair comfortingly “we’ve all got you.”

The team joins their embrace as lance finally allows himself to sob, the pain wrenching through his throat, the tears soaking through Keith’s shirt. But finally, finally lance allows himself to feel it all. To feel the fear, the relief he never lets himself have during that mission and they’d all be there as he worked thorough it.

Keith places a soft kiss to lances nape “I’ve got you sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

It’s Keith that holds lance through the night after that with the entirety of the team sleeping nearby to remind him that when he wakes from those nightmares he isn’t alone.

It’s Keith that lance responds the most too first.

Lance tells him everything he can remember, how the ground felt so cold, how everything was spinning so fast. The silence being loud and deafening and the burn of his leg being cut off being unlike anything hed ever felt before.

“I can still feel it.” Lance says one night as they look out at the stars “the ache from the first slice, the nerves being cut…”

Keith chances a glance at the blue paladin, he takes in his hallowed eyes, the way he looks so far away.

“Coran said it was normal, the phantom pains. I just want it to stop…” lance turns to look Keith in the eye, the emotions he feels finally showing in them “will it ever stop Keith?”

“I don’t know.” Keith replies, knowing Lance doesn’t need white lies. He squeezes lances hand in comfort “but, regardless, we’re all here for you lance. You don’t have to do any of this alone, no matter how long it takes.”

After that night they were inseparable.

Anytime anyone looked for lance all they had to do was look for Keith.

They did lances physical therapy together, they did his checkups together, training, meals, sleeping….you name it.

Shiro even talked Lance through the emotions and traumas that deal with looking such a permanent part of yourself and Keith stayed near the entire time.

It wasn’t that he was trying to be overwhelming or suffocating, Keith swears he isn’t trying to be too much. Every-time he even thinks about letting lance out of his sight he remembers that look in his eye, the one on his face filled with pain and fear and- Keith just can’t do it. He can’t leave lance alone. Not until he’s better.

Lance should be happy! Should have light in his eyes that make them brighter than the sun, should have a laugh that reverberates through the room like a song. He should be picking fights with Keith, arguing with Pidge, starting challenges that get them all to take care of themselves indirectly so he doesn’t ruin his cool guy image.

And Keith will be dammed if he doesn’t make sure lance get to that point again.

~*~

It’s Pidge that make the new prosthetic with the help of hunk and the olkari. Lances new leg is made to be lightweight, agile, waterproof, similar in feeling to his human leg for balance with the flexibility to match so that he can still swim and bend to his hearts content. They make sure it could disguise itself with “flesh’ that matches his skin so that is he wished to conceal his loss more privately or for certain occasions he could do so through his healing process and beyond.

“And anything you want added we’ll do it.” Pidge adds as she goes through the list of all the things his prosthetic can do once attached “any enchantment at all. You can even ask for us to make it glow in the dark or play pit bulls Mr worldwide every time you touch down on a new planet. We’d never say no to you.”

That gets a small smile from lance as he runs his fingers ever so lightly across the alien metal surfaces. Keith watches him do so, watches him be so gentle and lost in his touch. It’s nice to see him trying even if they all know this is difficult for him still.

“What if I want it to kick Keith’s ass?” Lance jokes lightly trying to keep the mood from going too south.

For the first time in weeks they see lance laugh, they see him crack jokes and send jabs at comments Pidge gives in reply. The entire conversation with the two mad scientist of the team is full of wisecracks and laughter about all the crazy enhancements they could possibly add to the leg.

“What if you make multiple and one is a cannon—“

“Why a cannon?”

“So I can bust a kneecap and still blow everyone away with my presence!”

Keith will find shiro later and thank him for talking lance through what its like to loose a limb, how to handle it, how the prosthetic healing process will feel once attached. And all shiro will do is clap Keith on the shoulder and say “you aren’t giving yourself enough credit there kiddo. If anyone is pulling weight here its you, you’re keeping him grounded and I can tell it means the world to him.”

That sentiment sits with Keith as he goes through the day, as he gets lance and himself ready for bed, as he lays down next to lance, sharing their covers, and whisper goodnights. It sits with him as he holds lances hand through the attachment surgery that he’d insisted he stay for. They’d tried everything to get Keith to leave but lance looked so woefully upset at the thought that they allowed Keith to stay so long as he was thoroughly and properly sanitized.

He ran a thumb across lances hand from his bedside until he woke up after the fact and kissed his hand with a gentle “good morning” when those blue eyes met his own.

Lances weak smile in response was still a smile that Keith would hold like a trophy.

The healing journey that followed was rough as expected, with many ups and down as no healing is linear.

Lance would get frustrated at his balance, at the leg, at the loss. He’d be angry he couldn’t feel things like he used to, couldn’t feel the ground, couldn’t run like he could before.

Shiro built his training regimen to mirror what hed wished he had when hed gotten his arm and it helped but not nearly as much as the pep talks and brutal honesty Keith would provide during his spirals.

At a certain point Keith even resulted to doing what lance used to do to him, taunt and utilize the rivalry card.

“Giving up already?” He’d say and lance would snarl in response and rise to the challenge if not to win out of sheer petiteness. “That all you got?” “This is the paladin that unlocked more about the bayards?”

Lance would come at Keith like a lion, one out for blood and fierce in his movements. He went from sloppy to more graceful, from a tilt-a-whirl to a proper fighter. Lance was able to swim again, not as strong as before but hed get there and all of them noticed the progress flourish around Keith.

Keith and the rivalry, the challenger, the one that figured out he could use lances own tactics against him. It all worked like a charm.

Through it all lances bayard never once veered from a weapon. Allura had watched closely hoping and praying that he could do it again that he could turn the bayard in to anything else so that they could all learn how to do so too. But no matter the efforts they all fell flat.

Lance couldn’t remember how hed done it, much too delirious from the blood loss, pain and hallucinations. And all through the weeks hed lacked a prosthetic at all hed still never managed to do the transformation a second time.

Keith blocks a sharp kick form lances new leg and rolls away before a second lands “a kick like that wont get you anywhere McClain!”

Lance pushes on attempting to knock Keith off balance with his leg “if you think I’m done you’ve got a big storm coming kogane!”

The spar goes like a dance, twirling and yielding, dodging and gliding. Two halves of a whole, red and blue.

Lance spins around to dodge Keith and just as Keith goes to follow Lance knocks him off his feet. Keith doesn’t care one bit but for lances triumphantly whoop, that’s the best prize in the world.

~*~

It’s not until the next major mission they go on, the first since lances injury, that everything is brought back full circle.

They get cornered by space pirates and they take their bayards away. Lance and Pidge both mouth off at the crew who bite back with pride that they’ll get quite the bounty for them all.

Thrown into prison cells beneath the deck they sit and wait attempting to come up with a plan to unlock the cell doors.

During the midst of the arguments, the back and forths, Pidge challenges lances ideas. Everyone was frustrated, tired, all in disagreement. It was bound for insults to arise that were not truly meant.

“Why don’t you just unlock the door then Einstein!”

Lance gasps in offense “FINE! I WILL!”

“Fine!”

And before their very eyes lances hand summons forth his bayard “you just can’t handle that I might have some good ideas sometimes can you?!”

“Lance—“

“I can think too ya know! I went to the garrison too!” Lance shouts, flailing his arm around and the bayard transforms into a key.

“Lance!” Pidge laughs in awe but he continues on as if they aren’t all starting at him in their amazement.

He turns sharply to unlock the door, throws it open with a huff, and turns to put his hands on his hips. “SEE! My plans aren’t so bad—“

“LANCE!” They all yell, but not in anger, no…they yell in joy. He’d finally figured it out, Lance did it again and this time they’d seen it with their own eyes.

Keith just smiles on, taking lances hand to run “we can talk about this later, we need to get off this ship.”

“Talk about what?!” Lance asks, breaking into a run right alongside Keith, his hand lacing together with Keith’s.

It’s not until they jump ship (literally) and run to their lions that Keith finally gives Lance a response “ how amazing you are.”

If the two stand hand in hand during the debriefing, well, no one bats n eye nor speaks a word of it.

~*~

Turns out it was due to high emotions, Lance being able to use his Bayard as a true tool rather than a weapon. Lance feels so much naturally, so freely, that when his emotions went beyond anything he’d felt before, his bayard heard him through the paladin bond and that formed an entirely new connection. After that relating the use was easier.

Now Lance needed any emotion to turn his bayard into a tool so much as he willed it to be. The downside being that the transformation was much more draining than the usual weapon call would be. Never the less it remained a usual advantage for a variety of possible scenarios and situations that allowed it.

Training for how the others could do so, however, was deemed much too risky due to the circumstances behind the discovery. Allura and Shiro both agreed the risk far too high.

“It’s best to allow it to happen naturally…we’d not want to damage you to make it possible. You all go through so much already.” Allura tells them with a small smile “but—“ she glanced over to Lance, beaming with pride “I know that all of you are strong, and thanks to Lance we now know it to even be a Possibility. We can be prepared for anything.”

Keith slides a hand around lances waist, resting his head on his shoulder “ told you so.” He says softly so that only Lance may hear it.

Lance glances down at him “told me—?”

“You were amazing, are amazing”

Lance just sniffles, trying his best to hold back the tears “ only as amazing as you make me.”

Keith hugs him, pushing all his love into it. When Lance returns the embrace he knows his message was heard loud and clear. This is how voltrons sniper learns he is so much more. More than a weapon, more than a soldier. A tool perhaps, but also an inspiration to his peers, a part of a family, and most of all: someone to love.

[queerquintessence]

heyo

so i recently have been obsessed with the idea of the voltron paladins living in the same house together sooo

i may or may not have spent the last like 3 hours working on headcannons

the characters in the house are keith, lance, hunk, pidge, and allura

(since they’re all relatively similar in age)

so sadly no shiro or coran but

anyway

yeah here they are

(once again a bit unorganized but it’s whatev)

• first off allura and lance are both housewifes

• and neither of them take any shit from the others

• allura: keith, could you pick your feet up? i’m trying to vacuum down here

• keith, sitting on the couch: couldn’t you just do it later

• allura:

• allura: move your feet or i’m telling lonce you have a crush on him

• hunk does the dishes most of the time because he’s mainly the one who cooks their food

• but they also alternate on a schedule

• lance, sighing dramatically: i do everything around here! keith, when was the last time you washed the dishes?

• keith: i literally washed them last night

• lance: well you missed a plate so it doesn’t count

• keith takes out the trash a lot except he doesn’t wear shoes so his feet are always dirty

• lance yells at him for it

• whenever lance takes out the trash he puts on whoever’s shoes are closest

• pidge: lance are those my shoes?

• lance, tiptoeing in sneakers that are 3 sizes too small: maybe

• the couch that they own is too small to fit everyone

• they either argue for 10 minutes over who gets to sit where or they just pile on top of each other

• pidge usually lays on top of someone’s lap when it gets crowded

• she can just flop on top of someone and they’ll just let her- no words spoken

• keith sits on the armrests and everyone gives him shit for it

• lance: aren’t you uncomfortable?

• keith: i like sitting here

• lance: alright edgelord

• lance lays with his legs sprawled on top of the couch

• sometimes pidge will lay on lance who will have his legs on keith

• hunk is fine with sitting on the floor but even he’ll start arguing over the good spot on the couch

• hunk: lance, buddy, you sat there last time- why not give someone else a turn?

• lance: hunk when was the last time you did your own laundry? huh. that’s what i thought

• dinners pretty chaotic

• that’s usually when they have their debates

• lance, pounding his fist on the table: mac and cheese is to be eaten with a fork and that’s that

• pidge: why the hell would you use a fork? spoons are just fine in my opinion

• keith, silently munching on his food knowing he eats it with a knife:

• pidge: alright, we need to acknowledge the elephant in the room

• everyone:

• pidge:

• pidge: keith, you gotta stop putting corn syrup on your peanut butter sandwiches it’s fucking weird

• allura: everyone in favor of limiting lance’s shakira privileges say I

• keith, pidge, and hunk: I

• lance, who’s totally offended: wh

• luckily, they all have their own rooms

• except the walls are super thin

• lance scream singing beyoncé: GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW YOUR LOVES GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW

• keith: why has god forsaken me

• even when they try to play music relatively quiet it can still faintly be heard

• muffled music from keith’s room: when i was, a young boy

• pidge: HA fucking EMO

• they all have Alexa’s in their rooms

• and pidge has access to all of them on her laptop

• pidge: psst- hey lance, watch this

• pidge: *fast typing on laptop*

• blasting from keith’s room: COUNTRYYY ROAAADS TAKE ME HOOOOME

• muffled keith screaming: pIDGE I SWEAR TO GOD

• in the morning during breakfast

• allura: why has lonce not come out of his room yet?

• pidge: hang on, i’ll wake him up

• lance’s alexa in the distance: I’M A GOOFY GOOBER YEAH YOU’RE A GOOFY GOOBER YEAH

• lance’s startled scream is then followed by a loud thud

• once a week they have a movie night

• keith: lance i am not watching a cheesy romcom for the 2nd week in a row

• lance: i have to listen to ‘welcome to the black parade’ eighteen times a day sit the fuck down

• keith, crossed arm for the duration of movie night: this love story is completely unrealistic

• everybody shushes him on cue

• they also have monthly sleepovers in the living room where they giggle like middle schoolers

• keith knocks over an entire bowl of popcorn

• allura discovers the concept of a pillow fight and effortlessly knocks everybody to the ground

• lance flops on the air mattress and launches pidge across the room

• while everyone is trying to sleep

• lance: guys guys i’m gonna say something

• lance:

• lance: mayonnaise

• everybody loses their shit laughing because it’s 2 in the morning and they’re sleep deprived

• the bathroom sink is a mess

• their toothbrushes are color coordinated

• since they have to fit so much shit on the sink they have specific spots where they put their stuff

• pidge: hunk, your toothbrush is in my spot

• hunk: what? no- this corner of the sink is mine

• the debate results in all of them crowded in the bathroom arguing for 10 minutes

• keith: i don’t even remember having a designated spot on the sink

• allura: we need a toothbrush holder

• sometimes they do their nightly routines together

• which is also chaotic

• lance is applying a face mask, which drips onto pidge’s arm

• pidge then jerks her arm away- hitting keith’s toothbrush

• it then catapults off the counter and sticks to the wall

• keith: i left the room for one second what the hell did you do

• i’ve seen this headcannon somewhere before and i love it so i’m elaborating

• whenever keith is tired he’s giddy and hyper and loopy

• keith after not having a good nights sleep for 3 weeks, getting a running start and flipping onto the couch: a woop

• pidge: what in fucks name are you doing

• lance is the same exact way when he’s tired so they act like complete and utter idiots

• keith: lance, hey lance guess what

• lance: what

• keith:

• lance:

• they both burst out laughing

• lance: keith, omg you know what- keith rhymes with teeth

• keith:

• keith: holy shit

• eventually they both burn out and are just exhausted

• lance with his face planted in the carpet: uuuggghghggg

• allura: you finally done?

• lance: *angry muffled grumbling*

• pidge tends to fall asleep anywhere in the house

• usually with her computer on her lap or nearby

• she’s usually discovered the next morning

• hunk walking into the kitchen, sleepily rubbing his eyes: kinda want some orange juice

• pidge is just asleep on top of the fridge

• everyone else eating breakfast at the table

• keith: has anyone seen pidge?

• soft snoring is heard from under the table

• keith: ah

• they just put up with each other’s bullshit all day everyday and i love it

• lance, slamming his bedroom door open: everyone in my room i had a nightmare and need affection

• everyone emerges from their rooms grumbling and all file into lance room with their pillows and stuffed animals

• pidge trying to keep the remote away from lance: go long, hunk!

• keith appearing in the doorway and getting hit straight in the forehead with a remote: fUCK

• lance: are those my socks?

• keith: huh? oh, i dunno they were in my laundry pile

• lance: no those are totally my socks give them back right now

• when they all moved in together it was before keith and lance started dating so obviously there was shipping

• pidge, bursting into hunk��s room: i have klance tea

• hunk: spill

• lance: wh- keith and i are NOT dating

• pidge: you guys literally live together!

• lance: WE ALL LIVE TOGETHER

• allura, to hunk during dinner: i don’t know about you, but it seems to me like keith has a thing for lance

• keith: princess you’re not even whispering we can all hear you

• keith and lance secretly holding hands under the dinner table while lance is telling a story

• lance, being dramatic and expressive, lifts his hands in the air to accidentally reveal that his hand is intertwined with keith’s and its immediate chaos

• keith letting go immediately: wH HUH HOW DID THAT GET THERE

• pidge: I FUCKING TOLD YOU

anywayyy that’s all

i literally love this so much so don’t be surprised if i come up with some more later

yeah

bye

[raziroo]

Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

Story Moodboard!

It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He���d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

8

*** NOT3P

Premise: Lance and Keith are freshly dating so why does Keith keep smelling like Shiro?

Scene: On a mission gone sideways Lance can’t work out what’s going on between Keith and Shiro (Kuron), especially when he’d warned the team his heat was due. Omega Lance. Prime Alpha Keith. Alpha Shiro. Alpha Hunk. Beta Pidge. Sex. Misunderstandings. Hurt Lance. Kuron being an arsehole to our boy. Secret boyfriends.

*

Sometimes Lance couldn’t believe it. Sometimes he wasn’t sure he wanted to believe it. No… No, that was most definitely a lie… He simply couldn’t figure out how out of everyone in his rapidly expanding universe that he, Lover Boy Lance, romantic extraordinaire was crushing so damn on his even more extraordinary “newly boyfriend statused, mullet wearing, half Galra, stabtastic and blade loving, emo edge lord” Keith.

Keith… Keith was amazing. And Lance sorely wished he could back and kick himself for his initial coldness towards the alpha he’d been constantly compared to while at the Garrison. He was smart. Funny. And just as damn hopeless as Lance was when it came to directions. But… but sometimes Lance couldn’t help but feel there was something going on between Keith and Shiro. He knew how close they were. And with Keith’s heritage as half Galra coming up, he knew how much Keith had worried that Shiro might reject him. Being in a pack was a complicated thing, dynamics shifted and the only one spared from it was Pidge who was very proudly a beta. His team knew he was an omega. It wasn’t as if suppressants were magically going to fall into his lap, yet he’d slowly come to feel like he didn’t need them. They’d been mandatory at the Garrison… and when they’d finally worn off… it’d been hell initially.

Having always been a physical person, he couldn’t understand why Hunk’s hugs didn’t quite fill that need anymore… or why Keith was so broody around him when they’d finally become proper friends. In true Keith style, Lance had corned him while the Black Paladin had been training, the only time he could get Keith alone without him being able to run off. There wasn’t anything dramatic, no one shot and bleeding out that led to a confession�� Lance still not exactly sure but he’d kissed Keith and all his confusion had momentarily faded away. He liked Keith and Keith liked him.

Or so he thought.

Okay. He knew it had to be his anxieties getting the better of him. Shiro was Keith’s best friend. He’d known that long before they’d been shot into space… but what he didn’t know was why Keith could come back to his room smelling of Shiro. He’d told himself they’d been training, yet when he’d tried to catch the pair they hadn’t been in the training room. The scent on Keith wasn’t particularly sexy, but… His boyfriend would smell so strongly of his brother that Lance didn’t know how it was possible if they weren’t all up in each other’s space. He didn’t think Keith would cheat on him… yet… being an omega really had messed with his mental health and the suppressants had helped with that. Doubting Keith broke his heart and he desperately wanted to ask what was going on, while at the same time he wanted to respect Keith’s right to privacy.

Dragging himself through the motions of the morning, Lance now found himself sitting at his terminal. Keith on his mind yet again. His boyfriend was back again… everytime he left really sucked, especially when Lance’s heat was creeping up on him. He wanted Keith to find his mother and to understand what had happened, as well as his heritage… but he was also finding it hard to concentrate when all he wanted to do was cling to Keith and beg him not to leave their room. Yeah. Preheat quiznakking sucked and he didn’t care if he was using the word the wrong way.

“Paladins we have a new mission!”

Clapping her hands Allura sounded excited. She’d changed so much since Lotor had come into their lives. To Lance she’s always been the very definition of a princess. He’d never heard her sing yet was sure she could easily summon forest animals if she did. He respected her, and he loved her in his own way. But the more time she spent with Lotor the more he realised that Allura would never look at him unless he was some kind of rebound. He basically rated as high in her eyes as an ant on her boots when it came to dating. So far down the ladder that he couldn’t even see the bottom rungs. When he’d realised that, he’d realised that he deserved more… kind of. Yes he had feelings for both Keith and Allura, but Keith was who he was dating now… even if they hadn’t told the team.

Allura was pretty, she was smart and funny… but Keith… Keith got him. His jokes as awful as Lance’s, and when he did smile… It did all kinds of things to Lance’s omega that his Mami would have taken him to church for.

“Yes, indeed Paladins. We’ve gotten some troubling intel from the rebels. It seems there’s been a recent spate of omega murders. Now, this mission will be dangerous, yet I believe each of you have the strength to play your roles as Paladins of Voltron”

Ahhh… Coran. Ever the proud uncle to them all. Prouder still of Voltron. To Lance he was the uncle he most definitely needed out here and sometimes it felt Coran was the only one he could talk to. Alteans had dynamics but rather than being confined to alpha and omega, they could chose to be either… whereas he’d been born an omega and had his dynamic since birth. Coran continuing

“The planet is named Nyrox 6. It is an omega governed planet where each omega chooses their own mates. It is not uncommon for an omega to select up to several different mates, who’s roles become caring for their offspring”

That sounded heavenly. A caring alpha chasing after their kids… Little Keith’s would be so adorable… Ugh. Damn preheat. In some places on Earth omegas were still treated less than human but thankfully he’d never experienced that… he’d experienced a whole lot of other stuff he’d rather never think about again, but not that. Shiro cleared his throat

“So the omegas own the alphas?”

“Exactly, number 5. Now, we’re lucky we have an omega of our own”

Pidge snorted with laughter at Coran

“Lance is hardly an omega… He’s too much of a diva to know what to do with an alpha”

Crossing his arms Lance pouted trying to pretend Pidge’s words didn’t sting. He wasn’t exactly the greatest looking omega… he was too thin and too tall, unlike all the cute omegas on TV

“You’re just jealous you’re not an omega”

“Nope. You can keep that heat shit to yourself”

Shiro sighed at Pidge

“Pidge, language. Coran, perhaps you can explain why we’re going on this mission?”

Shouldn’t the why be obvious? They were Voltron and omegas were being killed… It was pretty damn obvious to him that they needed to help.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, Coran nodded

“Yes! Now, we’ve been contacted as the rebels had originally hoped to form an alliance. Only now they suspect the Galra have been involved in the disappearances and murder. Seeing we have an omega and three capable alphas, we should be able to figure this out. Lance will be going on this mission, as Voltron’s omega representative. As for partners I was thinking perhaps Hunk and Shiro”

Hold up. What? No. He had an alpha… and Shiro… and Keith… what?! Lance kind of shocked as Keith said

“That won’t work”

With all eyes on him, Coran’s smile faded as he questioned

“Why ever not, my boy?”

“Because Hunk and Lance are practically brothers… Shiro and I should go instead”

Lance’s omega screamed at the idea. He’d be able to flirt and kiss as much as they liked with their boyfriend…

“Ah… We did think it might be problematic given the way you and Lance bicker…”

Rude. He and Keith bickered because that was them. His brain wasn’t sure if he’d missed some subtle hint or if Coran hadn’t told them everything. Preheat striking yet again

“Uh, Coran… what exactly would Shiro and Keith have to do? Maybe… Hunk and Keith could come with me?”

“As I have said, omegas are the ruling class. They would be expected to say by your side, unable to act alone. The three of you would need to remain by each others sides and act intimately for the duration of your stay”

“And how long would that be?”

“It shouldn’t be longer than a movement, two at the most”

Two weeks… two weeks of Shiro and Keith… He didn’t exactly want to spend two weeks wondering if Keith was sneaking off to cheat on him… not that Keith would. Still, his heat was coming and he’d rather not be around Shiro at that time. Shiro… Shiro was everything he’d hoped to some day be. And sure, he might be their adopted “Space Dad”, but like in every family there were favourites and he really was not Shiro’s favourite. Quiznak… his heat. He’d be useless if he went into heat planet side

“Um… when do we leave?”

Shiro sighed heavily at him

“Lance, can you stop asking Coran questions so he can explain? Your interruptions are making it hard to understand”

Well forgive him. He was the omega going to the planet where someone was killing omegas off… Coran ignored Shiro’s interruption

“We’ll need a couple of quintants to get you prepared… Our Pidge will take Green for an initial survey, then we’ll prepare accordingly. You’ll be representing Voltron, but first and foremost for the mission you’ll be three partners enjoying a vacation”

That… wasn’t going to work. His heat was due in five quintants… and if they left in two or three… then they’d barely begin their investigation before his heat came, provided it didn’t come early… which it felt like it might from the general grossness he was feeling. Knowing he’d probably upset Shiro again, Lance raised his hand before starting

“Coran, I don’t…”

“Lance, did I not just tell you to let Coran explain things?”

It would have been nice if Keith had decided to interrupt but instead his alpha just sat there with his arms crossed. He might be accepted as a the packs omega, yet it was still embarrassing to be broadcasting his heat was coming up

“But my heat…”

“Has nothing to do with fulfilling this mission. Coran, are there any customs we absolutely can’t go against?”

“There are some, yes. Such as not speaking to omegas unless spoken to first. There are also certain areas of limits to omegas and others of limits to alphas. And you will be expected to share both living and bathing areas as a pack”

Great. First his heat and now being in heat on front of Shiro and not being able to bath on his own. This mission was getting worse by the tick

“My heat’s due soon”

There. He’d said it. He’d said and now he wanted to dissolve into the floor as the whole bridge went silent. Coran’s hand went up to the end of his beautiful groomed moustache. Way to go, Lance. There he went again, throwing the mission plan into chaos… He hadn’t even talked to Keith about his heat

“How soon?”

“I’m preheat already”

“How long will you need for it pass?”

“About… um… 12 quintants if it hits when it’s meant to”

“Why didn’t you say sooner? This completely changes the mission parameters”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shiro missed Lance sliding down in his chair. The omega blushing as he mumbled

“That’s why I was asking all those questions. Is there any chance we can be done sooner?”

“It depends upon the investigation, my boy”

Basically a “no” if he’d ever heard one. Quiznak… Pidge asking his next forming question for him

“What if we take Green down there now? We can use the cloaking I’ve installed to assess the situation and scan the planet?”

“Ah, I was hoping for longer to prepare, number one. I guess it can’t be helped”

“The mission will go ahead as planned. We can’t allow Lance’s heat to hinder things and cause another murder to occur. Coran, have you got something you can give him to postpone it until this is all over?”

On Earth it’d already be too late to take anything. Shiro had to know that. Then again, Shiro had been dating another alpha when he’d been a teacher at the Garrison…

“I’ll have look, number five. You’re right. We cannot allow the death of innocent people to continue. I’m sorry, Lance, you’ll have to power through, my boy. Pidge, please prepare for your recon mission. Perhaps Hunk would like to help you?”

Hunk nodded as Coran. His best friend might as well be a traitor for not volunteering to go with him. He knew Lance’s heats could be extreme as he’d told him as much when they’d roomed together on Earth. Even then he’d only told Hunk about it as it didn’t feel right not to have him know that his roommate could go into heat should the suppressants fail

“We’ll work it out. It’ll give us a chance to test the upgrades we’ve been working on”

“Excellent, in that case I suggest the rest of you get to work. Now, Shiro, it seems you and Keith will both be heading planet side with Lance, so I think we need to have a talk about those customs you were asking about”

“Why can’t Hunk come instead of Shiro. No offence Shiro, but if I do go into heat…”

Shiro laughed. He actually laughed as Lance’s words trailed off

“I’m sorry. Lance, there is absolutely no way anything will be happening once we’re planet side”

Lance’s face flamed so bright he wondered if he was as red as Red

“That’s not what…”

“That you’d think that shows a serious lack of judgment on your behalf”

His what now? This was his heat. He should have the right to choose who he trusted to look after him

“That’s not what I’m saying”

Shiro was no longer listening as the alpha started asking Coran about the mission, Lance forcing himself not to cry or storm out. He didn’t think he was such hot shit that Shiro would do anything to him. He just knew his body would react and he really didn’t want it reacting to Shiro or in front of him. He’d be less mortified if it happened in front of Hunk because he and Hunk were tight. Or he’d thought they were. Hunk hadn’t glanced his way or made any signs of agreeing with him. Keith was very much not looking his way, and Pidge had her mouth covered to hide her silent laughter. Allura seemed baffled that he’d be worried about it all. He should have stayed in bed and kept his preheat to himself.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

Shallura Summer 8: Night Market

The sun hung just below the horizon, but the day for some was just starting.

Shiro watched as Allura, resplendent in a white and pink sundress, bustled between stalls of the night market, inspecting the wares being sold.

In the lantern light, she looked ethereal, and only became more so as twilight faded to night.

Shiro let out a sigh.

How lucky could one man be?

“Come!”

Allura grabbed his arm and pulled him down the path.

“They’re selling something called street corn over there! Hunk says it’s amazing!”

Eating street corn with a beautiful woman on a not as beautiful but still nice summer night? How could he refuse?

[lildark1]

Things I'm hoping for tonight:

- Beauyasha moments

- Fjorester moments

- Jester reuniting with her parents

- Brenatto family adorableness

- Everyone hanging out on the Nicodranas beach, relaxing and enjoying what they’ve fought for; their family and being together.

- Molly/Beau sibling bickering

- Molly/Yasha being cute besties

- Kima and Allura coming to see them to retrieve their items

- Beau heading to the trial of Corn Husk Man and Thoreau and seeing that chapter of her life finally closed

- Beau reconnecting with her mother and little brother

- Clay family time

- I don’t know why, but I’d love for Marion to finally meet Artagan and being protective Mama, but they start to bond over their love of their leetle blue tiefling

- The Xhorhaus

- I’d love if we got to see some old faces like Kiri. She said she built something and I’d love to see what it is

- Just this found family coming together, celebrating being alive and whole and their loved ones relatively safe (unfortunately the Cerberus Assembly is still a thing, but hopefully we’ll have a oneshot that we get to see them taken down)

[malleusdraconia]

The many life stages of Coran. 

[moonguilt]

Klance 🍁

hey hello!! maple leaf hmm im a sucker for autumn and falling leaves so i must submit to my calling! please indulge me as i unload some pre-kl angsty keith unrequited (or so he thinks) pining. this kind of just turned into a full-on fic so uhhh sorry about that heh:

Allura has, obviously, never been to Earth before. She has never had the quintessential American autumn experience: leaf-peeping, hay rides, pumpkin-picking, apple cider, corn mazes, candle huffing, haunted houses—that type of thing, from what Keith knows of the subject. Which is admittedly kind of limited.

Lance is absolutely thrilled at the notion that he gets to introduce her to all of it. He clearly loves the idea of being the cool guy who gets to show an alien space princess an important facet of his lived experience here on Earth. As soon as the notion strikes him, one day while the team is scattered about their shared common room at the Garrison, he makes plans to take her on a tour. She is fascinated by the suggestion and immediately agrees—even expresses a particular excitement at the idea of getting to try out trendy fall Earth fashion.

Surprising absolutely no one, least of all Keith, Lance avidly encourages this and pulls out a phone to start making plans to wear matching outfits. (Allura seems to like the “dark academia” look, and Lance is more than happy to take her out shopping and also get some use out of his own turtlenecks.)

Keith, meanwhile, finds himself sitting across the table from them, watching this all go down, feeling bitter and sorry for himself. He’s a big gay idiot—he knows that—and, well. Sue him. He has to watch the man he loves make date plans with his crush. It’s hard. And for some reason, for some big gay idiot reason, because he must be a masochist or something, because he’s feeling so unreasonably grumpy and petulant about the whole thing, because he should be happy that Lance is happy and he hates that he’s just upset instead because what kind of dickish friend is he—

He says, “I’ve never seen any of that before either.”

And he wants to kick himself for saying it as soon as the words are out of his mouth, because he’s intruding on something that is not meant for him, and he’s such an asshole for trying to insinuate himself where he clearly doesn’t belong, and he’s also a liar because unlike Allura he has at least seen all of this stuff in movies and books and pictures so it’s not really a novelty for him the way it is for her, and now it’s like he’s trying to take something precious from her and from Lance, and he’s such an asshole and also so obvious and unsubtle.

It’s painful. He is in pain. Pain is in him.

He expects Lance to quip something snarky back at him, or to tell him to butt out, or to give him the “not cool bro” signal or—or something.

But Lance just lights up like a damned Christmas tree and leans over the table and says, “Really?! Dude, you’ve gotta come with!”

And the next thing Keith knows he’s being dragged by both his crush and an alien princess into Lance’s closet so that they can figure out his own matching ensemble for their weekend getaway to New England. He and Lance are basically the same size at this point, with a bit of variation in the details, so it’s an ordeal but not an unsuccessful one. The shirts are a little too loose around the shoulders—God, Lance and his smooth, wide shoulders—and a little too tight around the waist and arms, but they make it work.

Besides, Keith can’t help but feel a flicker of pride—misplaced, probably, but who cares—at the way Lance’s face goes a bit red at the sight of him. It’s probably nothing. But Keith is a fool and so he allows himself to entertain the frankly ridiculous fantasy that perhaps Lance likes the look of him in these clothes.

When the time comes, it’s a whole lot more complicated than Keith was anticipating—this is Lance, of course, so there’s a whole detailed itinerary of all the things they absolutely must do at every hour of each day of their weekend mini-vacation. Keith doesn’t know what the hell is in store for him and doesn’t really care; he trusts Lance to lead the way. And also he would much rather dig a hand into the roadtrip potato chip bag and lose himself in carbs than stress over a schedule that he knows is probably going to get messed up anyway because both Lance and Allura will be immediately distracted every time they set eyes on something fun or interesting or pretty. (But who is he to criticize when he himself is so often distracted by Lance.)

Anyway, he’s not really sure why Lance insisted on roadtrip snacks. It takes like a minute to get to Massachusetts in the Black Lion. But whatever; he knows better than to ask questions when Lance gets focused like this.

The trip ends up being remarkably enjoyable, actually. Keith expects it to be agonizing—he thinks he’s going to have to watch Lance drool over Allura the whole time while he third-wheels and follows them around carrying all their stuff—but the reality is a pleasant surprise. Keith hadn’t really noticed it until now, but there is something different about the way Lance and Allura interact these days. It’s less uncomfortable than Keith remembers. It feels more—natural, he supposes. And most astonishingly, it includes him as an equal and welcome part of the dynamic. Strange.

He notices it in the way Lance throws an arm around both him and Allura as they walk up a winding cobblestone street; in the way Allura says, “Boys, come here! Smell this candle! It’s called ‘pumpuh-kin spihsee’!” and beckons them both in close; in the way Lance asks a stranger to take their picture in front of a quaint old churchyard and, when Keith lingers awkwardly out of frame, calls him over and tucks him tightly in between himself and Allura.

It’s... fun. It’s so much fun. Keith is having so. Much. Fun.

He loves being able to share cider donuts with them. Instead of fighting over who gets the last one, like he thinks he would have been inclined to do once upon a time, they each keep biting it in half, smaller and smaller, and force the next person to do the same until they’re all nibbling tiny bites off of a pathetic little crumb. (Keith loses this game when he swallows the final piece because Lance leans in too close and brushes a sprinkle of sugar from his cheek. Not his proudest moment. He ends up having to pay for dinner.)

He loves being able to make fun of the silly ghost tour guide with them, mocking the dramatic affectation of his voice as he tells a story so obviously fake that it nearly brings them to tears. At least until the wind blows a door open so fast that Lance shrieks and jumps into Allura’s arms, at which point they really are overcome by tears—with the exception of Lance, of course, who just pouts at them both for a solid minute while he waits for them to recover from their laughter.

He really loves them. Not both in the same way, or with the same intentions—but he does. He loves them. And he loves this. And he is so glad he gets to experience it. So glad he didn’t submit to his urge to sulk and pine and grouse over his feelings for Lance. Because this is something precious, and he would be a fool to compromise it.

And no, it certainly isn’t the worst thing in the world, when they’re sitting on a pile of hay getting towed along by a rusty red tractor through the woodsy outskirts of a small farm, the way Lance curls his fingers through Keith’s and pulls their joined hands onto his lap, or the way Allura’s head droops to rest on Keith’s shoulder, while the three of them lounge together in the fading evening light.

“I love you both,” Allura mumbles drowsily into Keith’s borrowed sweater as he loops his arm around her back.  “Very much so.”

Lance’s thumb rubs along the back of Keith’s hand.  “Me too,” he says, turning to look at Keith with a gaze that could only be described as buttery soft.

Keith holds it for a moment, willing it to melt into his mind forever, then feels himself smile, slow and gentle, as he leans his head back against the hay and looks up.  The first stars of the night have emerged to kiss the sky above.  He tugs his friends just a little closer.

oh man i had fun with that, ty for reading and ty for the ask!!

[ao3feed-klance]

alone together

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by DarkCress

Keith and Lance, a corn maze, what can go wrong?

Words: 1117, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Background & Cameo Characters, Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Based on a Tumblr Post, corn maze, One Shot, 1000 words, unedited

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[incorrect-dotu-quotes]

[Nanny and Coran doing shots]

Lance: What's going on?

Hunk: They're doing shots to set Allura's fate. Does she stay in the castle, or get married off to a man Nanny found for her? It depends on who wins.

Nanny: An old fashioned drink off.

Lance: Ew! What's in that jug?! It smells like jet fuel!

Allura: That's Altean smashed liquor...made by the finest corn ever. It's only legal use is to strip varnish off of speed boats.

Nanny: If you win, she stays in the castle, but if I win, she's off to marry her prince.

Keith: Wait, what? that wasn't the deal!

Coran: Pour it. I'm thirsty.

Keith: Pour me one too then! Let me in here. I'm gonna join you, and if I win, Allura gets to pilot the Blue Lion with us!

Allura: Keith no! Don't drink that! We use it to burn warts off of the mules!

[They take a shot]

Keith, cringing: ...POISON! AUGH! I made a mistake...I made a mistake...

[They take another shot]

Coran: Had enough?

Nanny: Of this watered down baby formula? Not even close.

Keith, slurred: Notvn close. Motnevn closs...gleun closee.

Allura: Keith, you don't have to do this!

Keith, disoriented: Go to bed, Ally.

[Keith takes another shot]

Keith: BLAH! I can't feel my face. My face is numb.

[A few mins later]

Keith, singing and laying his head on the table: Everybody pants, now! Pants pants pants pants pants!

Allura: He's had enough! Call it off.

Nanny: that's not how it works, he's out!

Lance: Wait! I'm subbing in!

Allura: Lance, no! That stuff will melt the shell off a garden snail!

Lance: Whatever. I'm Cuban. I can handle it.

[Takes a shot]

Lance: *spits it out* FUCK!!! OH MY GOD!!! *falls to the ground* *coughs*

Allura: Okay! This ends now. *drinks the entire jug* I'm not marrying that guy, and I'm not staying in the castle. I'm piloting the blue lion...where I belong!

Nanny: Fine.

Coran: Fine.

Keith, slurred: Allura, your family is weirddd...

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

Labor and Longing (Allura x Reader)

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,914

Prompt/Request: First day of the October Special: Fall Festival Fundraiser.

Summary: Reader has a busy schedule for the fall festival fundraiser, but their friend Allura makes it a lot easier to bear.

Author: Mod Alex

You didn’t originally intend to be vice president of the student government at Garrison University. In fact, you didn’t really want the position at all at first. But, when Allura came over to you looking distraught and talking in a frenzy, practically begging you to join in her campaign after her last VP dropped out, well you couldn’t exactly say no. Not that you would have anyway; Allura was basically your kryptonite and everybody but she knew it. So, instead, you agreed through a weary smile. The bone-crushing hug she gave you made it all worth the while- which brought you to where you are now.

Where you are now being the Fall-A-Palooza, an annual festival held by the school clubs to raise money for the upcoming year. Since Allura and you had won the election earlier on in the year, it was your job to fundraise for the student government. Allura was out trying to attract people, a task that wouldn’t be hard as everyone who met Allura was instantly dazzled by her charm, and you were sat at the booth overlooking the activities. For a donation of the person’s choice, they could paint a pie pumpkin, or if they preferred, for the low price of five bucks they could carve a prepped Jack-o-lantern pumpkin to enter the pumpkin carving contest. The culinary department had even worked together with the student government to turn all of the pre-prepped pumpkins into bags and bags of roasted pumpkin seeds, the proceeds being split 50/50. You were having a surprisingly good turn out and, truth be told, you were quite pleased to get to make the example pumpkins. So far you’d painted a cemetery scene, a funny face, and a pretty simplistic fall based pattern on several pie pumpkins hoping the variety would inspire different people. You’d also carved a classic Jack-o-lantern for the contest display. You’d just finished getting a little kid set up at the painting station when Allura made her return.

“Wonderful! It looks as though our hard work is paying off. Oh, um…” She giggled and you cocked your head to the side inquisitively. “It’s just, you’ve got a little something right there.”

You wiped at your cheek where she was pointing at on herself. “Did I get it?”

“Not quite. Here.” She dabbed a paper towel into the clean water before moving over to you, gently cupping your jaw, holding your head in place with one hand and dabbing at the paint on your cheek with the other. You flushed; her face was so close to yours. And her hand, oh my god her hand was so soft and the way she held your face was like she was holding a fragile antique doll- with a great deal of care. “There. Much better.” She spoke softly, voice barely above a whisper just loud enough for the two of you to hear- it felt intimate. She smiled at you but it wasn’t the usual broad grin she would share with the world- this one was different, more affectionate and it made your knees week. Her hand lingered before she hesitantly stepped away. “We should, um, get back to work.”

You still felt a little dazed. “…Yeah.” Just then someone coughed, drawing your attention to the front of the booth where your mutual friend Romelle stood, a smug smile on her lips. You blushed, looking down at the table while you walked over. “What, uh, what can I do for you, Melle?” Your voice cracked and you did your best to recover, despite your cheeks still being obviously flushed. Allura, despite you being too caught up in your own bashful state to notice, wasn’t faring much better, however, she was shooting Romelle a look that said: “say something and I will quite literally stab you”. Romelle giggled, looking smugger than either of you appreciated.

“Oh, nothing really. I just wanted to stop by and see how it was going. Get an idea for my shift tomorrow.” She spoke clearly like what she was saying was obvious, but the ever-present satisfied grin made her words feel less than true.

“Yes, well, things have been going quite well. We've stayed consistently busy. You should do fine tomorrow, just bring spare brushes.” Allura spoke as if she wasn’t as flustered as you and you felt stupid suddenly for getting so worked up. Allura hadn’t meant anything romantic by her gesture, you were friends nothing more. Your head snapped up as you heard one of the kids calling for you. No time for self-pity, there was work to be done. You left Romelle and Allura to talk while you set up more paint and handed out a new pumpkin kit. A little while later Allura gave you a hasty goodbye so she could return to her previous task. After that, you didn’t have much time to sulk as the oncoming crowds left you busy, too busy to remember, much less think of the turmoil you felt from earlier.

The festival dragged on later than expected and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ready to drop. Allura didn’t seem to be faring much better. At some point in the day, she’d haphazardly done her hair up in a ponytail which now looked to be more of a hair down look than an updo. Still, she offered you a genuine smile.

“Good work today, (Y/n).”

“Thanks, Lura, you too.” You two packed the pumpkins up in silence. Although it wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable silence, you felt the need to break it. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, Allura spoke up.

“Would you like to ride together? I know you came with Romelle, but she had to hurry home a bit earlier.”

“That would be wonderful actually. Thank you.” You flashed her a smile, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. She nodded, smiling as you both loaded the last few crates into her car. You were closing the back hatch, ready to get into the car when you saw Allura had already opened your door for you. She smiled, waiting patiently and you felt your heart pound. She really was going to be the end of you at this rate. You slipped into the passenger seat, giving her a soft ‘thank you’ with fear of saying any more leading to a sudden profession. And yet, you noted that her voice mimicked the softness of yours when she responded to you.

The drive to your house was filled with stolen glances and shy smiles. You couldn’t help but notice the way the light of the street lamps shone through the window bathing her in an ethereal glow. It made you breathless. She looked like a goddess. You felt like a wreck; just the image of her at the forefront of a crisp fall night had you reeling. You looked away abruptly, as you saw her start to look at you- you definitely didn’t want to be caught staring. You didn’t expect her to take your hand in hers, though. The simple act made your tummy erupt in butterflies again and you dared not move for fear of her letting go. She didn’t. Instead, she laced your fingers together, staying like that all the way to your house. Friends didn’t do that… did they?

The following day you had fair duty again, albeit for the Theatre Society this time. You among several of the other students were dressed in possessed scarecrow and farm zombie costumes hidden throughout the haunted corn maze. It had been a lot of fun scaring people throughout the day. Most people weren’t that nervous with the sun blazing high in the sky, but as the sun lowered, so too did the patrons’ bravery. Soon enough you were in the zone, scaring people left and right. You’d just finished chasing a couple out of your restriction when you came across a familiar face at your waiting point. Allura looked incredibly nervous. You felt bad scaring her, but you guess she had paid for the cheap spook. You walked toward her, dragging your limbs with a heaviness that had been perfected throughout the day. At first, she looked ready to bolt, but she paused her retreat when she looked at you closer.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?” You nodded, grinning from behind the horror makeup. Student government may not have been your first choice but the Theatre Society had. Needless to say, you had a knack for the theatrics. Not to say you regretted joining the student government, you’d grown to enjoy it. Just not quite as much as the theatre.

“Yeah. You want me to show you the way?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.” Despite her protest, she looked visibly relieved by the offer.

“Nah, it’ll be fine.” You offered her your arm and she took it gingerly. “You don’t have to be nervous, Lura, it’s just me.” She didn’t say anything, but you did feel her grip on your arm tighten more assuredly.v

As you navigated your way through the maze with ease, you and Allura made small talk. Your section of the maze was decently big with no one else in sight. If you hadn’t offered to show her the way, Allura was quite sure she would’ve gotten lost for a good chunk of time. That wasn’t the only reason she was happy to be clutching onto your arm, though.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything, you know that.”

“Right of course. Umm, it’s just I thought you hated being scared. Why would you come through here?” Allura choked on air, looking at you startled.

“Well, you see… I-“ She took a deep breath. “I came to see you.”

“Me? Thank you! But why subject yourself to all this?”

She looked away and despite the lack of proper lighting from the cloud-covered moon, you could still see the trace of a blush on her cheeks.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be here tomorrow and I needed to ask you something.”

“Ask away.” You felt touched that she wanted to ask you something enough to put herself through something she disliked so much.

“I wanted to know if you might want to accompany me to the fair. I mean I know we’re here already. What I mean to say is, would you be interested in joining me tomorrow?… Just us?” A date, she was asking you on a date.

“I’d love to.”

She smiled, hand slipping from your upper forearm to your hand. The action reminded you of the night before and you found yourself grinning right back at her. Before long you’d found yourselves at the end of your section.

“Here. Tell the other actors that I gave you this and to let you through.” You tugged your necklace off, placing it over Allura. It was something you always wore and the other actors were sure to recognize. She touched her fingers to the pendant.

“Thank you.” You were about to tell her it was no problem when she pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. It was teasing almost, but you didn’t mind. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you.” She giggled at how wonderstruck your voice sounded. With a hop in your step, you went back to your waiting point, a certain excitement for tomorrow sticking with you the rest of the night.

[sp4c3-0ddity]

Cracking Eggs: a Chicken Run AU

hey now you know this was coming. just look at my icon!! and yes this is plance. anyway:

Shiro is, in true Shiro fashion, offed at the beginning because he stopped laying eggs...at which point Allura (one-half of Ginger) decides enough is enough and that they're all going to escape the farm

Pidge (the other half of Ginger) is eager to get started and has all these Ideas!! but Hunk and Keith (Bunty, the prolific egg-layer, and Babs, the anxious knitter, in some combination and recombination) are skeptical, as is Coran, the old rooster who likes to ramble on and on about his RAF days

Pidge, to prove that they can and will escape, makes an individual attempt...only to be caught by the farmer (Sendak) and placed in solitary confinement, which makes Allura reconsider the futility

After release, Pidge sulks on the roof of a hen house, trying to think of another idea, when a rooster soars over the fence, catches her eye, and winks

The rooster, Lance (like Rocky), crashes and breaks his wing

Meanwhile Haggar, the farmer's wife, considers automating the farm to make chicken pies rather than collecting eggs, and they get started on building the process (wOoOoOo)

The hens try to nurse Lance back to health (probably flirts with Allura a bit once he's conscious again) and Pidge claims she saw him flying (the others a little more skeptical) and that he can help them learn

and so flight training begins in tandem with the farmers assembling the machinery for chicken pie production

everyone (especially Pidge and Allura) are stressed that their training is getting nowhere, so Lance throws them a party to unwind and *insert more plance bonding here* until Pidge discovers that his wing is healed and Allura announces that he'll demonstrate flight for them the next day

and then the last piece of the pie machinery falls into place and Sendak crashes the party and grabs Pidge to be his test chicken

and Lance does the first really heroic thing in his life and goes to rescue Pidge, but not without being nearly baked into a pie himself (and damaging the machine)

Pidge warns the others that they have to escape ASAP, but the next morning she finds Lance gone, leaving behind just a poster that leads her to realize he never knew how to fly

The hens spiral into despair, Allura doing her best to keep them from gorging themselves on corn feed meant to fatten them up fast, but it incites a food fight until Coran steps in for damage control and reprimands them and "oh in my RAF days we would *never*" and finally Pidge thinks to ask what "RAF" stands for and cue her idea to build a plane

They spend as long as it takes to build the plane as it does for Sendak to repair the pie machinery

Meanwhile Lance sees an ad for chicken pies and goes back at a crisis of conscience

Sendak gets trussed up when he intrudes on the chickens about to make their mistake while Allura persuades Coran to fly the plane with her

and so Lance returns, and out of the kindness of all their hearts he's allowed to go with them

Liftoff!!

But Haggar grabs onto the line tangled in the wheels and climbs, intent on killing Pidge while she struggles to cut the line...only Pidge has a trick up her sleeve and Haggar winds up cutting the line for her and falling straight into a gravy vat (that explodes)

Lance tugs Pidge back into the plane

*smack* "That's for leaving! And this is for coming back" *EXPLOSION*

And then they lived happily ever after

[bisexualandready2die]

Chopped: Paladin Edition

Romelle: Welcome to Chopped! I’m your host, Romelle! I have no idea what this is or what I’m doing, but Lance said he’d pay me five human dollars, which he assures me is a lot!

Lance: Oh yeah, I totally have those dollars. Hunk I need five dollars stat seriously Hunk she’ll beat me up and I

Romelle: Let’s meet our contestants...

Hunk: Am I going to win? Yes. Do I have any doubts? No.

Lance: Sure I can cook. With recipes. Not throwing random foods into some meal. Who invented this? White people?

Pidge: They said I wasn’t allowed to Google recipes on my laptop so I installed a computer in my brain. Loophole bitches!

Keith: I was told this was a team training exercise. 

Allura: What does human food even look like lmao

Romelle: Your ingredients are: salmon, butternut squash, and corn chips.

Hunk: Oh easy! Let me get my blow torch.

Pidge: Pinterest should know this.

Allura: So this *holds up squash* is obviously the meat so I’ll grill it and I’ll turn this vegetable *gestures to salmon* into a sauce. I’m on fire today! Watch this.

Allura: Hey Hunk what is salmon?

Hunk: *cooking with four pans simultaneously* Fish!

Allura: Didn’t say meat. Sucker.

Pidge: The internet has nothing! Screw this I’m frying all of it.

Lance: Hey Keith I bet I can get my meal to the oven faster than you.

Keith: You’re fucking on.

Lance: *trips over one of the Voltron action figures on the floor* No! My salmon butternut squash corn chip casserole! Now it has floor on it!

Keith: Really? That’s your meal?

Lance: And what’s yours Mr. Hotshot!?

Keith: salmonbutternutsqaushcornchipsoup

Lance: Ha! Wait, you were putting that in the oven?

Keith: I’ve never cooked once in my life.

Lance: What did you eat in the desert?

Keith: Ya know, normal things. Lizards...sand...

Lance: oh my god

Allura: *repeatably punches salmon* FISH SAUCE! FISH SAUCE!

Romelle: She’s majestic

Hunk: I feel like putting sauce designs that look like each of the judges’ faces on the platters really adds to the presentation. 

Keith: I put my soup in a bowl.

Romelle: Time’s up! It’s time to introduce our judges.

Shiro: Did I actually die? Is this hell?

Krolia: Keith wins.

Romelle: You have to eat the food first Krolia. We’ve been over this.

Krolia: I love and support my son.

Coran: Lance also promised me five dollars and I am qualified for I, fun fact, have eaten food before.

Romelle: Keith, present your dish.

Krolia: *chugs bowl* I don’t care what it tastes like I pick you son.

Keith: Mom...

Shiro: I’m not going to eat this for my physical health is that okay? Thanks.

Romelle: Lance?

Shiro: This is actually okay! But there is one flavor I can’t place.

Lance: That is floor, sir.

Shiro: Kill me where I stand.

Romelle: Allura?

Allura: Fish sauce. Boom.

Coran: This looks divine. 

Krolia: I believe the fish is the meat. Do not consume that.

Allura: What? No!

Hunk: Who’s the sucker now, Allura?

Romelle: Hunk?

Shiro: This is like an orgasm in my mouth. Not that I’d know what that is.

Coran: I’m going to cry.

Krolia: You beat Keith. 

Keith: Hey!

Pidge: I’ll introduce myself. I rolled everything into balls and fried them.

Shiro: This is great! I vote for this one.

Krolia: I love grease! It’s all Keith’s dad consumed.

Coran: This really curls my mustache!

Romelle: Pidge is the winner!

Hunk: This can’t be happening. It can’t be happening!

Pidge: Oh yeah! Full week no chores!

Lance: At least I did better than Keith.

Romelle: That concludes our competition! Now to get my money! Lance

Lance: ohnogottablast

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

So . . . Can we talk about Allura’s racism?

I was rewatching Avatar the Last Airbender to see if it still holds up as an amazing piece of animation (spoiler alert, it does), and I got to the episode “Return to Omashu.”

For those who don’t know or remember, Aang & the crew travelled to Omashu so Aang could learn Earthbending from his old friend King Bumi, but when they got to the city they found the Fire Nation had conquered it. They were able to evacuate all of the Earth Kingdom civilians, but during the evacuation they accidentally kidnapped the governor’s infant son Tom Tom (long story).

That night, everyone was just kind of chilling & trying to figure out what to do with this random Fire Nation baby. Now, keep in mind, the Fire Nation has been conquering the world for the past 100 years. They wiped out Aang’s people, murdered Sokka and Katara’s mother, and might have killed Aang’s last human friend from his own time. But our team never suggests harming Tom Tom. Sokka scolded him for trying to suck on his battle club, calling him a “bad Fire Nation baby,” but a) babies shouldn’t play with weapons, and b) they didn’t know Tom Tom’s name. Katara swatted Sokka for scolding Tom Tom, then started cuddling Tom Tom & gushing over how cute he is. An Omashu general had kind of a jaded view on Tom Tom, saying he would grow up to be drafted in the Fire Nation’s armed forces, but Katara didn’t care. All she saw was a cute little baby.

This interaction, and all of Team Avatar fighting to keep Tom Tom safe during a botched prisoner exchange for King Bumi and Aang later sneaking Tom Tom back to his parents, led me to thinking about how Team Voltron would respond to finding a lost/abandoned Galra baby during one of their adventures.

Hunk & Lance would probably whip out some impressive baby care skills, after helping to take care of their younger cousins/nieces & nephews. Might even see some “friendly” debate over how to take care of the Galra baby; which way to lay the baby down for a nap, where to pat the baby to properly burp it, corn starch vs baby powder, etc.

Pidge wouldn’t know what to make of the Galra baby. She might observe from a distance, then get involved when the baby starts to play with an Altean block toy. If she can connect intellectually with the baby (teaching basic shapes, playing Peek-a-Boo, maybe doing some “dancing filanges”), she’ll be wrapped around that baby’s finger & a total mess when the baby is eventually returned to its family.

Shiro, as resident Space Dad, would be the Baby Whisperer. Sure, he’ll try to insist that nobody get attached to the Galra baby since they’ll have to return it to the Galra eventually. But he can soothe the baby’s crying better than the “baby experts,” holds the record for the least time spent getting the baby put down for a nap, and will quash the Garrison Trio fighting over names for the baby by providing his own baby name (like Adam or Ulaz).

Coran might try to “interrogate” the Galra baby (using unimaginable torture techniques like tickling the baby’s feet with a feather), but he’ll also provide the Team with valuable information about caring for the baby & may pull out some old Altean baby products (toys, a crib, a high chair, etc.) for the baby’s use.

Keith would be fascinated by the Galra baby. He’d instantly connect with the little guy; abandoned by his family, all alone in the world. He would wonder if this sweet little baby is proof that not all Galra are inherently evil. And he’ll be the first to throw himself between the baby & any perceived threat. He might even volunteer to infiltrate a Galra colony to return the baby to its rightful parents (his half-Galra heritage & Marmorra training allowing him to get in & out without provoking a full-on Voltron fight).

But Allura? How would she react? Would she sing Altean lullabies to the Galra baby? Would she insist they dump it on the nearest Galra-inhabited planet and be on their way? Would she just stand back & glare at everyone else as they fussed over the baby, infuriated that her team is showing so much care for a Galra when the Galra probably slaughtered millions of Altean babies?

[lance-kitkat]

Is there gonna be a part 3 of the soulmate au?

Keith came back from his regular workout and run around the local park, sweat clinging to his shirt from all the exercise. Ever since his argument with Lance inside the school’s gym and outburst about not being anyone’s first choice, Keith never went back.

Gossip spreads around a lot, and something as juicy and entertaining as this is definitely going to be talked about. He already had  looks and murmurs whenever he walked the campus in between classes which was getting annoying and tedious dealing with the looks of pity and the offers of meaningless sex from soulmarkless guys.

And the things that he usually did to comfort himself when he had a bad day or stressful week wouldn’t help at all. It would only be a cruel reminder of the hope that used to have. What he’d normally do is a Disney movie marathon. He would lay next to Lance in their blanket pile in the living room, eating some kettle corn and singing loudly to the songs that play.

Now seeing any movie involving “true love” and “fairy tale princes” would only bring even more tears to his eyes. He’s done  enough crying for a lifetime. There is only so many times he could ask Shiro to buy him more tissues and cookies before even he wasn’t going to let him wallow in tears anymore.

Which is why when his brother threw his jogging clothes at him a hour ago. He woke him up from his long nap saying, “Get your lazy ass out of bed and work off all the birthday cake and ice cream! There’s only so much empty ice cream buckets I can see in the trash before I wonder if you still have any more lactaid pills! Now go, shoo!”

He goes through two buckets of ice cream and suddenly his brother is concerned about his lactose intolerance pills consumption.

Opening up the door to their shared house and finding it devoid of any people wasn’t anything surprising since Shiro was currently spending time with his boyfriends. Heading up to his bedroom and setting his gym bag to the side, he opened up his drawer just to find that it was empty of the expected clothes. The state of the other shelves, his closet, and even the dirty laundry basket was absent of any clothes that he could have changed into.

It seemed that his “beloved” brother planned from the start when he suggested he go  to the gym for a work out. No doubt his boyfriends helped him out in the theft of his clothes.

He was going to get back at them for this. Maybe with a off of their eyebrows.

Attempting to try to break into his brother’s room was thwarted by a well timed text from said person saying that he took his clothes too as he suspected that this could happen.  He would put the lockpicking lessons with Adam to good use if there were actually any reason to go in there, since his asshole of a brother made sure to strip the entire apartment of anything wearable, even his own room.

Keith was going to make his hair match his old age and that tuft of hair if it was the last thing he did but for now, stealing from his snack stash would have to suffice.

Before could even start his siege on the pantry for the not so hidden oreo stash, he noticed a envelope taped to the door. His name was written in neat cursive on a light blue envelope.

Looking around suspiciously for any hidden cameras, Keith reluctantly opened up the envelope and read its contents aloud.

“The honor of your presence is requested at the Starlight Ball, a fairytale brought to life. The prince hopes to see the esteemed guest of honor grace everyone in his best attire as fitting of his beautiful personality.” Keith muttered before before throwing the card onto the table, tears threatening to fall as it just reminded him that life wasn’t going to be the storybook tale that he dreamed of having..“If this is some sort of prank, Shiro, I’m not falling for it! Fairy tales and Prince Charmings don’t exist and it’s cruel of you to send me something like this!” he yelled.

He’s infuriated. From his clothes getting stolen to the stupid card mocking him over his heartbreak. It’s a cruel reminder that he was never meant to have a soulmate. That Lance would never have loved him anyway… if he had, he would have already come by with his beat up blue car as soon as he found out that they shared soulmarks.

It had been more than a week since it happened. He wasn’t ready to entertain the possibility of a secret admirer wanting to be his new “prince” . He preferred to just wallow in his tears or angrily hit something non-sentient. Or whoever was the shitlord of a higher being that was responsible for fucking with his already miserable life by ringing the doorbell incessantly. If someone came up to his face saying that they were his guardian angel or fairy godmother or some bull crap, they were going to get a fist to their face.

Opening up the door to give them more than a mindful for messing with him, he didn’t expect to see Allura. She’s dressed up in a white shimmering dress that adorned with gems making it sparkle in the dark. Her long hair was delicately pinned up and curled, framing her masked face, making her look more sublime than she already was.

Keith stared at her with his mouth agape at how ethereal she looked. He was so struck by her standing in front of his house that he didn’t notice the box that she was holding in her hand. Only by waving her realistic looking wand in front of his face did she catch his attention, his violet eyes looking up at her blue ones.

“Allura, what the heck are you doing here dressed up like that?” he said, gesturing to her entire outfit with confusion.

“Ah ah ah, I’m not this Allura that you speak of but rather your Fairy Godmother for the night. I am here to get you ready for the ball!” she said enthusiastically before pushing her way inside the house, nudging him with the corner of the box over and over.

“I know it’s you so stop this stupid Fairy Godmother crap. And stop poking me with that stupid box! I’m not going to that stupid ball or party or whatever it is!” he yelled out, shoving the box away from his side, noting that it said Dylan’s Fairytale Fashions.

Looking at him disgruntled, she tapped him on the top of his head with her wand before saying, “You are going to the ball whether you like it or not! And if I must force you, I shall!” She said smugly, showing the kitchen fiasco at last year’s Thanksgiving, an event that only very few people were privy to.

There is a reason why Allura never lets Keith and Shiro cook anymore, due to the event Lotor dubbed the “Broganes Explosive Thanksgiving of 2014.” Everyone knew that Shiro wasn’t the best with but the pair naively thought that Keith would be able to make it at least edible.

Oh how wrong they were.

The pictures of that fateful night showed the entire kitchen in disarray: with the crockpot exploded and its contents dripping on the floor, the counters a complete mess, and Kosmo on top of the table as he demolished the turkey.

Scratch shaving Shiro’s eyebrows. He’d just make sure that his older brother won’t be able to populate the world with his spawn, using their weekly dodgeball game as a excuse to maim him . He’d apologize to Adam later, once he was done being mad at Shiro. Right in that moment, he glared at Allura who was barely batting at eye at his glowering face., It was almost as if she couldn’t tell that he was willing her dress and that box to catch on fire. That or she didn’t care. She knew that she had the upper hand.

Glaring at her for a few more seconds, he eventually caved and yanked the box out of her hands. He ignored her excited giggle before he stomped his way up to his room and tossed the box onto the bed before forcing it open. Tossing the tissue paper towards the trash can, he took out the outfit from the box.

Staring at the ruby suit jacket in front of his eyes. It was embroidered with care at the ends of his sleeves, and uncomplicated white design, beautiful in it’s simplicity. She must have known Keith wasn’t particularly fond of anything flashy and eye catching. In fact, within the entire outfit, the majority of it was simple in a beautiful way. With a black shirt and pants to go with his ruby vest and jacket.

What caught his eyes the most was the light blue mask and flower that was underneath the outfit. It somehow didn’t clash with the style of the outfit. He put on the provided clothes and saw how he looked into the mirror. Keith had to admit, that looked really good in it, tailored to his body in all the right places.

There was no denying that he certainly looked like he came out of a fairy tale with the way he dressed. Almost as if he was actually was going to a ball to meet his one and only…

Just because his ‘Fairy Godmother’ was forcing him to go to the ball didn’t mean that he had to actually meet his ‘Prince Charming’ and dance away into the night with him. He could just go for the free food and call it a good night. That said , he should at least wrangle up his hair into something manageable. So he tied  it up before walking out into the living room.

Seeing that Allura was still standing there and with a giddy look on her face, he frowned as he tapped his foot impatiently.

“Since you are so eager to make go to this ball, I assume that you have a way for me to get there? Or do you expect me to go there on my motorcycle?” he huffed.

“There is no possible way that I would let you ruin that outfit that was painstakingly made just for you by going on your motorcycle! Your ride is waiting for you outside!”

And in a flurry of a crapton of dress floof and almost being taken down by Allura’s voluminous hair, he followed after her with a resigned sigh. He stepped out of his apartment, making sure to lock it behind him before turning to look at his ride.

There’s  a grandiose carriage in front of him, elegant in its silver and gold design. And true to the theme of Cinderella, footmen and a driver for the carriage were waiting for him, the door already opened for him to enter the simple but elegant seating.

He turned to look at Allura with wide eyes before asking, “You really didn’t hold back when you prepared for this did you?”

She smiled before pulling him into a hug, replying, “Don’t be afraid to try something new just because you were hurt and afraid of what the future holds. Have courage, Keith.”

As she stepped back, Keith looked at her nervously. He was afraid of what was waiting for him if he did go to the ball and it didn’t go as was expected… or that the night would go exactly as it should.

Maybe it would be worth it to take a risk and try to at least see where it went. He may even fall in love with his admirer over time if he let himself be open up to the idea again…

He looked at the grand carriage in front of him and what it actually symbolized. Maybe this was exactly what he needed. Perhaps what he needed wasn’t the idea of falling in love with a soulmate but being open to the idea of falling with someone real. Someone that didn’t fit his mold of what a soulmate was supposed to be, letting himself be open to seeking his own happiness instead of waiting for it.

All he had left to do was step inside to the next chapter of his story.